Reflections from A Walk down the Road Nostalgia

Today was an unusual day. Unusual, because it's weird. Last night, all my bad memories kept coming back, and it was so irritating, that for a moment I wished I had no memories at all, and that I could start over on a clean slate or at least go back in time and redo a part of my life.
What happened today, seemed to be a reply to that thought. I woke up, feeling ancient, not in the sense of being old, but in the sense of having always been there and seen a lot. This coupled with the conveniently amazing, windy and cold weather, lead me to go on a walk. A walk, down the road Nostalgia, both physically and mentally.
So I started off. To Hyatt Regency, one of my first destinations - the ice rink. Although I didn't enter the galleria, I stood off and remembered how I was fascinated (at the age of 6) by the existence of ICE in this hot country. That childish memory itself made me want to be a child again, and look at everything with the wonder of a child, without preconceived notions. That's when I also decided to call as many people as I could, which is why Mr. Uppal was called, Mr. Mehrotra was waken up from a slumber, Mr. Sharma from his college essays and the other lot.
As I walked down at 2.30p.m. I felt the heat and in that moment I also revisited the emotions I experience every time I return to Dubai, the desert, hot and just.... different. I turned around then, to walk home the long way. And as I did, I realized I was in that part of Deira where Mr. Zakir and I used to walk for our YEC stuff. The memory and the wretchedness of the loss of that friendship drove me to call Zakir again. And I heard the standard message "The mobile phone you are calling is currently, either switched off... or outside the coverage area, please try again later. Thank You." So much for that endeavour.
Next I crossed the creek, and while I did so, I remembered how the Grey Crest also crossed the creek on the abra and it was raining. Unfortunately it wasn't raining this time. So...On. To Al Musalla Towers, where Hussain and I, travelled for Ms. Das or should I say Mrs. Uppal's party. And the funny thing was we noticed a LOT of cats in the parking area, some fifteen or something, and again today history repeated itself.
To Al Ain Centre. To Ramada. The thing about this part of the trip was that I just couldn't stop remembering how I had got lost, when I tried to go from there to Ajdan for Sonia's Farewell. So in the process I passed Silver Sands 2 (Where I had gone to for the before B4 party meet to dress up. Funnily I didn't know it was a formal party, until I got there.) I passed Ajdan again, and remembred how I was a vampire for Amrit's party, and Amrit as the villain of the Scream series.
By the time, I felt I had revisited most of the places I did in the last year, and decided to head home. That's when I had a tad of a problem. You see, I walked around Bur Juman (literally) TWICE, in an attempt to guess where Lulu would be, and realised the blaring fact. I was lost. ish. (Those RTA maps should have something like our school's 'You are Here') I passed the Khalil bin Waleed metro Station, and walked down the road. And it was a LONG walk. Because either all the people on the road, were misguided about Karama, or they just hated me. I'm inclined to think they were misguided, in an act of self-defence, pardon me.
Well the rest of the trip ends like your normal twilight/fairy tale. All went well, I conquered all obstacles got to lulu and in the process walked at least a few kilometres.

Well, if you've stuck with me through all this rambling, this is the thing. The funny thing is that ALL of us wish we could go back through time, and redo some event, and go through everything after that. But the problem is, that every event changes us, at a conscious, sub-conscious or even unconscious manner. And every change, every event, itself sort of makes us who we are at that time, and because of it, we go forward. The thing I wished to redo the most again, was the entire GYL experience, as I could have taken the most out of it. But then again, if I was more confident, I would never have met Mr. Uppal as I did, or even for that, taken part in any event that happened in school, the Grey Crest for YEC, and the emo stage to the stage of Evolution which started on this year's trip to the UK, or met some of the most amazing people over there. So in a way, the worst experiences itself make us so humane, because in the process of being in a bad stage we do learn to appreciate the good stuff. In a similar way, we fail to recognize that possession of anything is not Love. Love is when you let things go their own way, according to their nature. By accepting this love, you learn to love the way your life has gone. So... if you did have a choice, to go back through time, forget the knowledge of what you have done, except for the instinct to do what you had to....Would You?